She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 130

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 130

“I’m not blind, but I refused,” Hope Williams snapped, choked with frustration
as he often yelled at her.
“Refused? Then why did you give him your contact details?”
Hope gritted her teeth in annoyance, “His grandmot her is my patient. If she
needs a follow - up, wouldn’t she need to contact her attending physician?
What’s wrong with adding my contact info? Without it, how would they find
me, their physician? Should messages be sent through thousand - mile
transmissions? O r by carrier birds?”
“You’re always right; you win,” Waylon Lewis snapped back.
“You’re even more correct, you’re the greatest, happy now?” Hope retorted
sharply, for once speaking out.
Waylon Lewis, “…”
...
Wyatt Lewis, “…”
Thomas Hughes, “…”
Hope pushed Waylon away and walked forward on her own, ignoring him.

Waylon clenched his jaw and took several deep breaths, admitting internally
that he had no way to handle this woman.
“…I’m sorry.”
“I don’t accept.”
“It’s my fault.”
Hope crossed her arms and turned her head, “Oh right, like you, President
Lewis, would care. You just yell without any reason, and when I talk back,
suddenly I’m right.”
Waylon Lewis, “…”
Hope couldn’t be bothered with him and walked straight ahead.
Waylon quickly followed her, without hi s earlier swagger, and with a bit of
carefulness approached and grabbed her arm, “How about you hit me to vent,
as long as you’re not angry.”
Hope didn’t expect this usually commanding man to say something like that.
His humble and cautious tone unexpected ly softened her heart.
Instantly, the frustration that choked her heart eased significantly. Without
saying anything, she let him lead her forward.
Hope entered Willow’s hospital room where Willow was still asleep, clutching
her favorite doll, and Alitzel Williams sat beside, supporting her head, her
eyelids trembling with fatigue, yet she dared not close them.
Hope’s heart softened, and she quietly a pproached, gently tapping Alitzel’s
shoulder and whispered softly, “You should go back and rest, I’m here now.”
Alitzel slightly shifted her weary body, not resisting Hope and again looked
back at Waylon, sighing softly, “I’m going back now. Take good care of them;
don’t worry about Luke, the old man is with him.”
Waylon Lewis nodded, “I understand.”
Hope sat down beside the bed and gently touched Willow’s little face.
Willow’s injuries had recovered well these past few days, and she would be
able to leave the hospital in a few days. But the psychological scars worried
Hope deeply.
Feeling both guilt and heartache, Willow was so young to go through such a
terrifying ordeal — a massive blow to her tender mind and body.
It was all her fault for not protecting he r.

Waylon, sensing Hope’s low spirits, slightly tightened his hand on her
shoulder, “Don’t worry. Willow’s condition is temporary. With proactive
psychological treatment, she will recover soon.”
Hope knew this, but she was still afraid. Psychological probl ems aren’t solved
overnight even for adults, let alone a child.
“The grandfather has arranged for a psychologist for Willow.”
Hope nodded slightly, “Yes, I know, I heard her name is Mia Fuller. I hope she
can heal Willow.”
Willow was discharged five days l ater.
The early autumn sun laid warm upon her skin, no longer intensely hot,
casting a golden glow that heralded a rare good weather day.
Having stayed in the hospital for over ten days, Willow was clearly tired of
hospital life. She was delighted on the d ay of her discharge, her pretty little
face blooming with a long - missed smile.
“Mommy, Willow,” Luke happily rushed over and took her hand.
Willow didn’t resist, but her expression was mostly unchanged at his touch.
“Mommy, why isn’t Willow talking to Luke ?”
Hope crouched down and gently ruffled Luke’s hair, “Luke, Willow is
psychologically hurt and doesn’t want to speak. You have to take even better
care of your sister, okay?”
“Yes.” Luke held Willow’s hand solemnly, nodding, “Don’t worry, Mommy, we
will h elp Willow recover.”
Hope’s nose tingled with emotion, “Good.”
Leaving the hospital, Waylon Lewis’s car pulled up just as he got out. His tall
and robust figure stepped out of the car, and he smiled at the mother and
children, taking what Hope Williams hel d in her hand, “Let’s go.”
“Okay.”
Today, Willow was discharged from the hospital, and the Lewis Family wanted
Hope Williams to bring Luke and Willow to the old house for dinner, which
wasn’t unreasonable. Hope Williams did not object.
When they arrived at the old Lewis house.
Willow, clearly new to the place, found everything unfamiliar and curiously
gazed around with her bright, large eyes.

Once inside, the elderly grandfather saw Hope Williams and Waylon Lewis
returning with Luke and Willow, and his face immediately broke into a kind,
loving smile, “You’re back.”
Waylon Lewis, “Yes.”
Hope Williams, “Grandfather.”
Luke, “Great - grandfather.”
W illow was still unwilling to talk.
The grandfather then took Luke and Willow onto his lap, his face glowing with
an undeniable joy. Suddenly having two great - grandchildren naturally brought
a smile too big to conceal.
“Bring the gifts I prepared.”
At the g randfather’s instruction, the butler immediately presented the gifts
prepared beforehand.
“Miss Williams, these are small tokens from the grandfather for you, the young
master, and the young miss.”
Hope Williams, surprised, looked at the share transfer dee ds handed to her,
“Grandfather, this is too valuable. I can’t accept it.”
“Just take it, Hope. These are gifts for you and the children. If you refuse, it
means you are not giving grandfather face,” the old man insisted, leaving no
room for refusal.
Hope W illiams was troubled — these were not ordinary little gifts.
Five percent shares for Luke, five percent for Willow, and ten percent for her.
Holding the transfer deeds felt weighty.
“Just take them. If not, he’ll find every possible way to give them to you,”
Waylon stood by and said.
Hope Williams had no choice but to accept.
“By the way, Hope, I will introduce someone to you soon,” the grandfather was
saying when a clear and gentle voice called out, “Grandfather.”
The grandfather smiled joyously, “See, speak of the devil. Here comes Mia,
come here quickly.”
Hope Williams looked up, and a tall figure caught her eye.
The woman had tea - colored curly hair, dressed in a Chanel - style dress, with a
pretty face lightly made up — not overly glamorous — with a smile that w as both

appropriate and polite; every movement she made exuded nobility and grace,
mixed with a dash of playful charm. This must be Mia Fuller, the Miss Fuller
she had heard about from almost everyone!
“It’s been a long time, Mia,” the grandfather greeted warmly, “Hope, this is
Mia, a childhood friend of Waylon’s and also the psychologist treating Willow.”
The grandfather’s introduction carried shades of affection.
It was clear this person was dearly loved by the grandfather.
Hope Williams greeted her with a light smile, “Miss Fuller, hello.”
Mia Fuller’s face wore a warm and polite smile, “You must be Hope Williams; I
have often heard grandfather mention you. It’s finally nice to meet you in
person — you are indeed beautiful. I’ll call you Sister Hope if you don’t mind,
and you can just call me Mia.”
Mia Fuller bent down gently to tousle Luke and Willow’s hair, “You two must
be Luke and Willow, aren’t you? So adorable.”
“Hello, auntie,” Luke greeted politely.
“Hello, Luke.”
Willow now disliked strangers touching her; any touch would scrunch up her
little face, and tears would start falling, requiring Hope Williams to hold her.
Hope Williams bent down to pick up Willow, but as Willow had grown heavier,
she couldn’t hold her fo r long. Waylon Lewis reached out his arms to take his
daughter, “I’ll hold her.”
Willow didn’t resist staying in her dad’s arms.
Seeing this, Mia Fuller didn’t feel awkward and continued with a gentle smile,
“Sister Hope, here are some little gifts I prepa red for you and the two little
gems. Please, don’t dismiss them.”
The servant took the delicate gift box from Mia Fuller’s hands, opening it to
reveal a pair of exquisite gold bracelets and a jade safety buckle of full color.
The gold bracelets were finely crafted, with lifelike dragons and phoenixes,
and gemstones that sparkled, stunningly beautiful.
The fully colored jade safety buckle was crystal clear and flawless, and its
price was substantial.